masks
by Illuminara
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-01-24 18:33:00
Parent message is 367417
I think of Venice,
dreams of Carnival
golden exquisiteness
and colors flaring,
incognito men and women
painted tears and porcelain smiles
and ribbons wound between
rustling satins
the magic of a night,
street lights and gay shadows
on the cobblestones
revelry
well into the morning’s
early hours